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Aerimis stepped out of his car into the snow, fixated on the sight at his shared apartment door. His and his partner's recent unexpected house guest, a massive minotaur-esque anthro from another world, was leaned against the wall next to the door frame exhibiting a wide, dopey grin.

Atremath's clawed hands held a large green and red mug, steam rising from its contents, just in front of his muzzle. The claws held alternating red and white coatings, laid over with silver and gold snowflake patterns. A red and white striped nose ring hung heavily from his nostrils, replacing his typical golden accessory. A bright red santa outfit adorned the bull's broad chest, stretched tight against his body. It had clearly been at least a couple of sizes too small for him, the sleeves having been roughly ripped off at the shoulders. The bull met his feline host's gaze, taking a hand off of his mug to raise it in a brief greeting.

The lion reached back into the vehicle to grab his bag before stepping up to the door, catching a whiff of peppermint as he tried the door handle, finding it unlocked. Aerimis raised a brow and addressed his guest "What's gotten into you all of a sudden? It's almost a little unsettling seeing you this... festive?" He pushed open the door, the scent of peppermint from whatever Atremath was drinking quickly overwhelmed by a much stronger cinnamon from inside of the apartment. Stepping into the entryway, the feline's eyes widened in shock at the organized chaos that he was met with.

The room was covered by a wide array of holiday decorations. Greenery covered every inch of the walls, adorned with copious amounts of ribbon and tinsel. A wide variety of ornaments were crammed onto all of the viable hanging points, glass orbs with silver filigree resting against cheap plastic recreations of cartoon characters or bags of chips. In the corner were even three that appeared to be hand made recreations of the current residents of the apartment. Patterned blankets laid across the couch on the far side of the apartment. A pair of pillows rested on the blankets - one covered in tree outlines made out of differently patterned fabric scraps, and the other laid with snow patterns and "Let it Snow" in a curly font. A multicolored rug laid in the center of the room, and the few table surfaces were covered in scented candles and models of buildings with their own overzealous decoration work.

Aerimis paused in the doorway briefly, then stumbled forward as a massive wall of muscle ran into him from behind, Atremath bounding through the door behind him with the energy of a small child excited to share something.

The bull stopped as the feline turned back to him, responding to his host's question. "I got us a job earlier! An old friend came by and said he needed some help in a few days but if I needed something to do until then that I could do this and you would like it! He also left something for you, it's on the table!"

The lion checked: sure enough, a red envelope with a green wax seal stamped with a stylized "SC" leaned between two decorations. He picked up the envelope, noting the seal was the only marking on the outside, tearing it open as he idly mused. "'Santa Claus' is an old friend of yours? That's not a relationship I can see. So he wants you to help deliver presents, I guess?" Inside of the envelope was a piece of embossed stationery, the same stylized lettering that was on the seal on the outside, with a handwritten note:

Aerimis and/or Ryvin,

Whichever of you that this reaches, I hope that my gift makes our mutual acquaintance more agreeable until the season reaches an end. He has kindly offered to assist me with deliveries this year, and should be expressing the true holiday spirit until that has happened. I can always use more help, though, and if either of you would be willing to assist, I have left some additional gifts with you that can be used to ensure that you are suited for the work. While I can not repay you with any monetary value, I can assure you that you will find the task especially fulfilling and I can personally help to sway things in your favor for the near future. In either case, I wish you a merry Christmas, and hope that you spread the holiday cheer to all you encounter.

-Santa Claus

Aerimis flipped the note over, noting the back side was blank. He started towards the kitchen, taking one last glance at the living room decoration as he crossed the doorway. In the kitchen, a smorgasbord of pastries and breads awaited him, still cooling on racks and pans around the counter space. The lion selected a cinnamon roll, tearing off a piece and tossing it in his maw. His eyes lit up as he tasted the treat, turning back towards Atremath, who was now filling the threshold to the entryway. "You did all of this today?"

The bull looked down at the mug in his hands and frowned, finding it empty. "It wasn't much, especially with a little bit of magic." He set the mug on the counter and laid a hand over it, keeping his eyes on it though he turned his head towards the cat. "Besides, I had to make enough for all of the neighbors, too, and I don't know what anyone likes so I made a variety." Atremath adopted a content look as he picked the mug back up, it having refilled while his hand was over it, and took a slow sip.

The sound of the front door opening reached the kitchen, followed by a surprised exclamation. There was a slight pause before the door shut again, followed by Ryvin calling out. "Whoa, that's some decoration. Hey Aer, did you see these ornaments that look like us? That's some serious handiwork. Oh, and they came with accessories - I wonder what you would look like in a harness..."

Aerimis started back towards the living room, but stopped as he was overtaken by a growing ease as his boyfriend's voice trailed off. His eyes slowly lidded and his muzzle adopted a similar grin to Atremath's. The feline's empty hand reached out to hold onto the counter, the other moving to his forehead as his footing was unsteady for a moment. Once stabilized, he shoved the rest of the cinnamon roll in his maw, gagging a bit as he tried to swallow it whole before beginning to chew. As he did, his muzzle began to swell, eyes pushing apart as the bridge of his nose widened.

Atremath turned in the doorway, pressing his back against the frame to make space as he craned his neck to look at the personalized ornaments in the living room. Ryvin's head materialized around the corner as he leaned into the kitchen, eyes catching his boyfriend stuffing his face with cinnamon rolls. "Oh, those look good! What are we going to do with all of it though?"

The lion swallowed, his gut visibly expanding as he did. The feline's previously loose-fitting shirt was beginning to tighten against his frame, mostly due to the expansion his stomach had undergone. He reached for a cranberry pastry as he turned to the dragon, continuing to glut as he responded. "Atty made them so we have enough for the neighbors."

Ryvin frowned, stepping all of the way into the kitchen to poke at his boyfriend's burgeoning belly. "Well, I think you should probably stop eating them. You appear to be having some kind of reaction, what's in these?" As the dragon continued prodding at the feline's torso, his hand began to meet resistance. A more solid layer was building up under the soft fat, the lion's core firming up even as the surface bloated outward more and more.

Aerimis, working his way through the batch of cinnamon rolls with one hand, rubbed his stomach with the other. His tight shirt was beginning to tear, thick fluff bulging outward where the cloth had already ripped. The intact material gathered up, forming bands across the feline's broadening chest and back. The lion's spine began stretching upward, distributing the new mass more evenly across his heightening form.

The dragon tracked his boyfriend's head with his eyes as it pushed upwards, the previously leonine visage finishing out to look closer to Atremath's bulging snout. Two points on top of the feline's head began to bulge upward, the surface reddening as the fur thinned out in the regions. Ryvin, despite having been tall enough to look over the cat before the changes, found himself having to crane his neck to witness the transformation.

Aerimis suddenly stopped his gorging, pudgy hands rising up to the developing mounds as he closed his eyes and grimaced. New bony structures pierced through the surface, developing horns splitting around his touch and spreading out into several tines. As the forming antlers continued to fill out, his claws blunted and flattened into hardened bony caps on his fingers. Not to be left out, the increasingly ex-lion's arms bulged outward, a thick layer of fat forming over burgeoning musculature.

A loud thud filled the room as the unchanged leonine legs finally buckled under the weight of the massive new cervine form of Aerimis's upper half. He landed on his ass, his legs splayed out before him, but he still found himself at eye level with Ryvin after all of the growth that his spine and neck had undergone. Feline paws tightened, the toes forced together as a thick layer of keratin covered the end. Lengths of tail drew back, leaving behind a stubby piece with the same blue gradient that the lion's tail tuft previously sported.

The nearly complete cervine's stomach gargled audibly enough for even Atremath to hear it from the doorway. Aerimis reached down with one hand to rub his chest and stomach, feeling the remains of his clothing strengthen into thick leather bands and gold rings as his former shirt converted into a harness. His other hand resumed reaching for food, clearing out more of the kitchen surfaces into his black hole of a stomach. With the resumed gorging, new mass gathered on the comparitively spindly legs and ass of the new reindeer, filling out his lower half to match his top.

Now a complete reindeer, the ex-lion rose to his feet, matching Atremath in height and possibly surpassing him in mass. His long antlers forced him to bend slightly in order to avoid scraping the ceiling as he turned to address his boyfriend, a wide smile across his muzzle. "I feel great - perfectly ready for next week's deliveries. We'll need to make more goodies for the neighbors, of course, but first I think we can give you a present early!" Aerimis winked at the bull in the doorway, who set down the mug that he had been sipping the entire time.

Atremath grinned, reaching inside of his coat to pull out a leather harness before turning in the doorway to block the entrance again. "Oh, yes, Ryvin, you've been so good this year - you deserve the extra time to really savor this gift." The two hulking masses began to approach the dragon from either side, ready to spread holiday cheer. The bull brandished the straps, stretching them to be ready to fit them onto Ryvin, excited to bring Christmas early this year.